An-94 x Girls Frontline 69P (Patreon)

An-94 stood by the moonlit window, her blonde hair cascading over the delicate white negligee clinging to her slender frame. The lace barely concealed her pale skin, her aqua eyes softer than usual as she turned to face him. “You’re here,” she said quietly, her voice steady but tinged with something vulnerable.

He stepped closer, his gaze drinking her in. “You look… breathtaking,” he murmured, his hand brushing her waist, the fabric slipping under his touch.

An-94 shivered, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Don’t hold back.”

The negligee fell, revealing her completely as she gasped softly at his touch. Their lips met, and her breathy moans grew louder as he explored her body, her composure melting. “Ahhh… more,” she whimpered, her head tilting back as his hands gripped her tightly.

When he entered her, An-94 cried out, her crimson eyes fluttering shut. “Nghhh… so deep,” she gasped, her body trembling as waves of pleasure overtook her. “I’m… I’m cumming—ahhh!” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as they climaxed together.

Afterward, she lay beside him, her silver hair spilling over the pillows, her eyes glowing faintly. “That was… unexpected,” she whispered, a faint smile gracing her lips.

“Not everything needs to be planned,” he replied, pulling her close as the night lingered on.